DISCLAIMER:I don't own Harry Potter just the plot of this story and original characters. For a more descriptive and idiot-proof disclaimer see chapter 1. Here it is Chapter 2. It's all your getting for a week (see bottom of page of my lame excuse) so make it last. Please review so I can see how good I'm doing.
When Harry woke up the next morning, he was awoken by a damp feeling. His whole body felt like it was soaked and he was freezing. He slowly sat up and looked around. He quickly found out the reason for being so cold and wet. He wasn't in his room anymore. In fact Harry was pretty sure that he wasn't in Surrey anymore. He looked at the sky and saw that it was raining a light sprinkle instead of the heavy rain that was predicted for that particular day. What the bloody hell is going on? Did the Dursleys finally dump me off somewhere? This is just great, I'm soaked to the bone, I don't know where I am and I don't even know if I have my wand. I need to get a hold of Dumbledore somehow. But first I need so get somewhere dry. Harry thought. Standing up Harry realized that he was in the outskirts of a village. Looking around he saw a sign that read GODRICS HALLOW 1 MILE. Harry stood there in shock for a minute. He had always wanted to come here and see his parent's house and to see their final resting place but under these circumstances he wasn't sure how excited he was. He quickly decided that he was going to go check Godrics Hallow out.
Walking along the path he sees a group of houses in the distance. From what Harry could see the houses were all two story and were fairly big. They all looked to have gates and they all were in good shape. The lawns weren't perfect like those of Privet Drive but none of the houses looked badly. Not good enough for the Dursleys I bet though, Harry thought. After walking past that clump of houses he came to the village. Needing to get into some dry clothes Harry headed in the direction of the sign that said "STORE." That should be a good start Harry thought.
Upon entering Harry was greeted by the shopkeeper, "Hello! James my lad what will it be today!" the shopkeeper said loudly and cheerfully, " And why are you so wet, it looks like you slept outside."
"Er, I'm not James," Harry said while looking sheepishly around, " My names Harry."
The shopkeeper looked at Harry like he was something that he had never seen before before he started laughing heartily. " Names not James eh? Is Harry one of you and Sirius' code names? What's his now Mike? If you're going to try to pull that at least use a disguise or transfigure your hair color or something. Besides where is that Sirius anyways?"
By the time the shopkeeper was finished Harry was speechless. So this guy's a wizard. That's good I don't have any muggle money. And why does he keep saying I'm James. And Sirius? Unless he's talking about- OH MY GOD! HE thinks I'm my dad. I better tell him what happened. "Honestly sir, my names Harry. I don't know who this James fellow is but I'm not him. My full name is Harry James Po-." Harry was cut off by the bell on the door clinging and the door opening.
In stepped a boy who looked to be about 16, who had messy black hair, black wire rimmed glasses and piercing hazel eyes; almost the spitting image of Harry. The boy who didn't see Harry walked over to the shopkeeper and said, "Hello Eric, how are you on this wonderful day?"
Eric just soot there with wide eyes until he finally gained back his composure and said, "Oh I get it now you are Sirius trying to fool me into think you were James and then James comes in and makes me faint right? Well boys I'm not fooled. I'm not a wizard for nothing am I? But I must say excellent job on brewing the Polyjuice Potion. Or did your father help on that one? He always did have a knack for potions."
"Er, Eric, what are you talking about? Sirius is still on his way; he was putting the brooms away last time I checked. And what do you mean, there are two of me?" James asked.
Just as Eric was about to make his argument the door clanged yet again. This time in stepped a boy with shoulder length black hair, gray eyes, and a charming grin on his face. " What's up Prongs, and why's it do quiet in here?"
If Harry thought the old shopkeepers eyes were as big as they could get because when Sirius stepped though the door his eyes became saucers. Eric simply stuttered, "But- but, James- over there," he said pointing at Harry, " and James- there, " he said pointing at James, " and Sirius-," he said before fainting.
"Poor old bloke, that could've hurt him," Sirius said walking over to Eric, " what was he on about anyways James?"
"Er, I believe he thought I was you," Harry spoke up for the first time since James came in, because he was in as much shock as Eric was, " he kept calling me James."
"Holy shit Prongs! You never told me that you had a clone!" Sirius yelled running over to where was standing, "can we keep him?"
"Who are you and why do you look like me?" James said in a commanding voice.
"My name is Harry Pogart, and I have no idea why I look like you," Harry responded. Ok don't freak out now Harry. Just because your dad and Sirius are here 20 years younger looking doesn't mean you should lose it.
"You never told me you had a twin James," Sirius said carefully looking at Harry with a cocked head.
" I don't but I think my dad should see this," James replied to Sirius, " come on Harry I want you to meet my father."
Harry who was still in shock form earlier just nodded and followed the two boys out of the store. They walked a few minutes in silence before Harry suddenly asked, "I don't believe I got you names,"
The two boys looked at each other before nodding and replying, " I'm James Potter and this over here is Sirius Black. You said your name is Harry Pogart right?" James said.
Harry paled when James said their names. Shit I don't know what's going on at all now. They both look like who they say they are but they could be using Polyjuice Potion. I dunno. Now I really need to see Dumbledore. Harry realized then that James was talking to him so he replied, " Er- sorry what was that again?"
James rolled his eyes and said, "I said you said your names Harry Pogart right?"
"Oh, yeah," Harry responded.
"Where are you from anyways?" Sirius asked.
"I'm from Surrey, I've been home schooled though. I live with my muggle aunt and uncle who hate magic so I think they dumped me on the outskirts of the village here. I really have no clue how I got here actually," Harry said.
"Why don't you live with your parents? Did you run away like I did?" Sirius asked.
"No actually, they were killed by Voldemort when I was one actually, that's why I've been stuck with my dreadful aunt and uncle," Harry stated calmly.
"Oh, I'm sorry. I can imagine that would be really hard," James said.
" It's fine. Yes it has been really rough, especially since my godfather just died last month," Harry said looking at Sirius and trying as hard as he could to not start crying.
"Well here we are, this is my home," James said. He had became a bit less skeptic about Harry after the walk back to his house. "DAD, ARE YOU HOME?" James bellowed as soon as the boys stepped into the house. On the outside the house looked like any normal two-story house would but on the inside it looked huge. It was obvious that this was a magical house. It had all the normal things that you would find in a wizards house, a wizarding wireless radio set, and other stuff such as a foe glass, a sneakoscope, and a moving coat rack that took your coat. It also had a few muggle items like a television, and VCR.
"Yes James I'm here, hold on one second," came a voice from the stairs. A moment later a man came down. The mad had messy black hair and brown eyes. He looked to be about 40 and had glassed just like his son. "What's going on is something the matter?"
" I don't know. We found this guy in the store earlier. He said his names Harry Pogart. Do you think he's on You-Know-Who's side?" James said.
"No I'm not on Voldemort's side. He killed my parent's for god's sake!" there was a collective shudder as Harry said Voldemort, " It's just a name. Don't shudder. You should say it actually. Fear of a name only brings more fear of the thing of itself."
"Are you crazy?!? Say You-Know-Who's name? Won't we get killed?" Sirius said.
" I think you're crazy if you think your going to be killed for saying Voldemort. Like I said it's only a name," Harry said.
"Wow the only person I know that says Voldemort besides myself is Dumbledore and a few other people. I'm Andrew by the way. Andrew Potter," he said extending a hand for Harry to shake.
"Harry Pogart, nice to meet you," Harry said politely.
"And I trust that you're on the side of the light correct?" Andrew asked and Harry felt the familiar poking at the back of his mind so he sent as memories that proved he was against Voldemort but wouldn't give himself away to Andrew as he could which wasn't very many.
"Yes sir, I hate Voldemort as much as anybody else," Harry replied.
Andrew left Harry's mind a second late and smiled, "That's excellent, do you go to Hogwarts?"
"No but I was hoping to contact the headmaster about that soon," Harry said.
"Excellent I'm sure I can have that arranged shortly, now do you have any place to stay?" Andrew questioned.
"Er- well not exactly, I mean I could go to the Leaky Cauldron I'm sure Tom has a room there," Harry said trailing off.
"Oh nonsense you can stay here if you'd like I'm sure the boys wouldn't mind would you?" Andrew said.
" No that'd be fine right James?" Sirius asked.
"Yeah that'd be cool, we could always use someone else our age." James said with an evil grin.
" Now boys don't do anything too bad will you?" Andrew asked.
"No we're perfect little angels, right Sirius?" James said with a purely innocent look.
" I bet," Andrew said before walking away.
The three boys stood there in silence before Sirius spoke up, "So, who wants to play some Quidditch?"
" Oh mememememememememe!" James said jumping up and down.
"Sure I love Quidditch," Harry said rather excited himself.
"What position do you play?" Sirius asked.
"Seeker," Harry said with a smirk.
"Really? Are you any good?" James asked, " I'm a seeker too and Sirius isn't much competition, he plays beater."
"Hey, I'm an amazing beater, Gryffindors finest!" Sirius exclaimed in a mock hurt tone.
" I know you're good at beater, but seeker, not so much," James said.
"I'm ok," Harry said.
"Great lets go play," James said.
Many hours later the three sweaty and tired boys came back into the house to eat dinner. "I thought you said you were ok a seeker, Harry?" Sirius asked.
"I am," Harry said.
"I'd say that's the understatement of the century," James said rolling his eyes, "I'd say you are better than all the other Hogwarts seekers from the past 10 years. I almost had trouble keeping up even."
" No you didn't you beat me most of the time," Harry said.
" Actually Harry you beat him by 2 catches," Sirius said.
"OK so we're evenly matched," Harry said.
"You could say that," James said in shock that he lost in Quidditch.
When the boys were done eating they were all too tired to do much else so they decided to go to bed. Harry asked Andrew where he could sleep and Andrew led him to the guest room. Harry was amazed that the guest room was so big. "Thanks Mr. Potter for letting me stay here," Harry said,
"Don't mention it Harry," Andrew replied. With that he shut the door so it was only open a crack and left. Harry knew that he could wall asleep easily so he climbed into his soft king sized bed and immediately fell asleep.
So there you have it, chapter 2. It didn't go as I planned it but it's 6:00 am and this is my last chance to update for a week so I'm not complaining. It still out ok (I hope). I'm leaving Thursday for vacation and won't be back until next Tuesday so I most likely wont be able to update for a week. I'll update as soon as I can when I get back I promise. Keep those awesome reviews coming and thanks for those of you who reviewed and added this to your alert lists. That's so awesome. Until next chapter.
